The Ballad Of A Roaming Bicylist Poem by timothy young

The Ballad Of A Roaming Bicylist



Their once was man from Westbury town
Who did like to roam
To go Here there every where and go
And Roam he did roam

He would ride ye old adult Trike Many
a mile and place to go and
Trying to be the best that he could
Just to roaming to find space

He would get his gear and go and ride
up and down the trail
North and south until he hit the end
Then his Trike brakes wail

Then he would just start all over again
to ride for many a day
And mile just to see greener side of life
and to get fat to stay

of thy belt and off of his waist
Riding will help thy waistline
to make a man strong and to go on
and to keep the fat inline


he will ride the North County Trail
Will ride up to Bethpage
This not out of the normal realm
He is not the royal sage

I will go roam and roam I will
up and down the line
till tire screech and I will meet
my pap for supper time

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Paul Judges 22 May 2010

Very enjoyable! Timothy

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